As Chen Sheng walked all the way to Zhendong Blacksmith Shop, the sound of clanging iron could be heard half a mile away.
"Master Zhou, is the knife I want ready?"
Chen Sheng asked.
A bald blacksmith stopped the hammer in his hand and muttered: "Did you bring the money?"
"Bring it here. You want three taels of silver. I have already paid a deposit of one tael in advance."
Chen Sheng rummaged around in his arms and found two taels of silver.
He has a lot of money, and he can take out money at once, but his wealth is not revealed.
In this world, if you don't pretend to be poor, you will be like the person who was stolen in the busy market just now.
The bald blacksmith took the broken silver in Chen Sheng's hand, weighed it a few times, confirmed the weight, and then put it away.
Then he took out a straight wooden stick from the firewood pile and threw it to Chen Sheng.
"Here, this is the knife you want."
Chen Sheng's ears twitched and he took the stick accurately.
This move surprised the bald blacksmith, but when he saw Chen Sheng's pair of pure white moves, he immediately felt his heart in his stomach.
It's just a coincidence. How could this blind boy be a martial arts practitioner?
Clang!
This wooden stick is a staff knife.
Chen Sheng felt something was wrong from the moment he pulled out the knife.
The sound of unsheathing was very jerky, and I felt a little resistance when I pulled out the sword.
He put his fingers together and brushed the long straight blade. The fingertips felt frosted and stained with something.
Chen Sheng took a slight sniff and found that it smelled like rust.
The blacksmith gave him a rusty knife.
There is also some mismatch in size between the knife and the scabbard.
It's obviously a random fooling around.
"Boy, is this knife good?"
The bald blacksmith asked with a smile, clenching his fists loudly.
The cane and knife were randomly spliced together from a pile of broken copper and iron, and had never been forged with a hammer.
Chen Sheng was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "What a knife!"
Clang!
The sword is sheathed.
Chen Sheng left the blacksmith shop.
Again, his money is not that easy to get.
"Dried winter jujubes, dried winter jujubes, five cents a pound, buy them and keep them warm for making soup!"
"The rabbits are freshly hunted in the mountains. They have fur. The skins can be peeled off and made into hats. The price is half a penny!"
"Everyone, a twelve-year-old girl can do laundry, cook, and take care of the children, but she only eats less, one tael, no! Half a tael of silver!"
The snow has melted, the market in the town has become more lively, and the sound of hawking can be heard all the time.
Usually sellers will put a straw in the goods they want to sell to avoid being harassed by people who don’t want to buy.
The type of goods with the most straw in the market is people.
In order to survive, one sells one's head and leaves one's life in the hands of others.
It's better than starving to death or freezing to death now.
But unfortunately, supply exceeds demand.
Fortunately, the heavy snow has passed, otherwise the wild dogs in the town will have another feast tomorrow.
"Boss, this beast is old and can no longer walk. Please kill him and give you a piece of leg meat."
The old man led an old, skinny mule that was losing its hair to the butcher.
The mule was too old, and the meat was not good enough to be sold. So I had to ask the butcher to kill it and eat it myself.
"Ouch! Ouch!"
The old mule seemed to have predicted his own end, and let out bursts of mournful wails.
And when the butcher showed his butcher's knife, it burst out with amazing strength, broke away from the old man's hand, and ran rampant in the market.
"Ouch! Ouch!"
The loud cry was full of desire for life, and pedestrians on the road gave way.
"You evil beast, don't run away!"
The old man was chasing after him, but he was too old to catch up.
The little girl shook the rattle in her hand and walked mindlessly. She didn't see an old mule rushing towards her in a hurry.
boom!
Chen Sheng kicked the old mule in the head from the side.
The old mule felt his head was buzzing, his four hooves were not obeying his orders, he lost his balance and rolled towards the right.
The little girl survived.
Chen Sheng wiped his shoes and took back his feet.
He acquired the physical qualities of a blind uncle and could easily knock down an old mule from the side.
"Nier, are you okay? I'm scared to death."
The woman held the little girl and groped her for a while to make sure her daughter was okay.
"Quick, thank you benefactor."
"Oh, thank you, uncle."
"Call me brother."
Chen Sheng smiled and rubbed the little girl's dog head hard.
"Bastard, look where you're going!"
The old man panted.
The old mule was kicked hard by Chen Sheng. For a while, he couldn't get up and kept spinning on the ground.
When it woke up, its limbs had been tied up with hemp rope by the old man, just waiting for the butcher to have a good time.
"Ouch, ouch..."
The old mule seemed to know that he was doomed, and two lines of thick tears flowed from his eyes.
"Wait a minute, old man, do you want to sell this mule?"
Chen Sheng asked.
As a result, another three taels of his huge sum was lost, leaving only eight and a half taels.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch."
The old mule seemed to know that Chen Sheng was his savior, so he stepped forward and rubbed his head against Chen Sheng's hand.
"Seeing as you are an old mule, let's call you Lao Ma."
Chen Sheng smiled.
Old mule:......
"Old horse, seeing as you are old, I won't ride you, but you have to carry your luggage."
Chen Sheng hung all the dry food, clothes, erhu and other luggage he bought on the back of the old horse, leaving only eight and a half taels of money and a staff and knife with him.
"Ouch! Ouch!"
Lao Ma rolled his eyes.
Forget about hanging things, if I ride up, do you believe that my old bones will die in minutes?
In this way, an old mule with hair loss and a blind boy embarked on an unusual path.
But the journey was somewhat difficult. Not long after we left the town, snowflakes began to fall.
Chen Sheng took advantage of the snow before it fell heavily and found a ruined temple to take shelter from the snow.
The temple is very small. The upper half of the clay statue inside is missing, and it is unclear whether it is a Taoist king or a Bodhisattva.
"It's getting dark, let's rest here for the night."
Although Chen Sheng is blind, he can still feel light and darkness.
There are actually very few blind people who can truly see nothing.
Of course, this is also thanks to the fact that the person who attacked him in the first place was not very good at studying and did not gouge out his eyeballs directly.
I gathered some dry branches outside and lit them on fire.
Chen Sheng took off the kettle hanging on the old horse's back, placed it next to the campfire, and took out two pieces of cooking cakes.
"Old Ma, it's hard to find pasture in the winter. Do you want to eat the pancakes?"
Lao Ma bit into the cake with a look of disgust, chewed it, and his eyes lit up.
This is good, much more delicious than straw.
"Yin people use the road, and yang people avoid it. If you want to avoid it, you can take care of yourself."
The crisp sound of bells came from the door.
Chen Sheng couldn't help but open his eyes wide.
He smelled a faint smell of corpse.
He and the old man traveled around selling and singing for nearly ten years, during which time they heard many strange and bizarre stories.
This world is extraordinary. There are warriors who control the mountains and rivers with their fists, immortals who soar in the clouds and mist, and demons and monsters that eat people.
It seems reasonable to meet a corpse chaser now...
That's so reasonable.
With Chen Shenghe's status as an old man, he has no access to people in this field.
They will not provoke him to death just out of curiosity.
Why do we encounter corpse chasers on the road in a border town?
In these days, except for the rich and powerful, people will spend money to send relatives who have died in a foreign land back to their hometowns.
Basically, wherever you die and where you are buried, it would be great to have a grave and a monument.
